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Microwave – Thinking Of You, lyrics
They raised their rusty hammers up in heaven
Around the base of God's great golden throne
And sculpted me the archetypal villain
Of all the children's stories I was told
And I’ve been told
Believe me I’ve been told
There's been something about you I've never liked
Something insincere about that look up in your eyes
And I can tell that it’s been hell that’s keeping you alive
But you ain’t spoke a word for my entire fucking life
So, I've been clenching my jaw
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
You're playing with me. (Pull, pull)
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
Oh God you’ve gotta calm my thoughts
With every Benzo and Elavil you've got
And I'll rot
Cause all your scripts
Won’t fix the real cause
It's you God
And all the fucked up scare tactics you use on me
You've got in my weak spots
And you’re sick, sick sick sick!
Ba-da-da-daa[x2]
You’re playing with me
Oh God you’ve gotta
I’ve got an angel that keeps me from thinking
The hairs on her soft skin couch me, I’m sinking
Around the base of God's great golden throne
And sculpted me the archetypal villain
Of all the children's stories I was told
And I’ve been told
Believe me I’ve been told
There's been something about you I've never liked
Something insincere about that look up in your eyes
And I can tell that it’s been hell that’s keeping you alive
But you ain’t spoke a word for my entire fucking life
So, I've been clenching my jaw
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
You're playing with me. (Pull, pull)
Grinding my teeth up under my sheets
Oh God you’ve gotta calm my thoughts
With every Benzo and Elavil you've got
And I'll rot
Cause all your scripts
Won’t fix the real cause
It's you God
And all the fucked up scare tactics you use on me
You've got in my weak spots
And you’re sick, sick sick sick!
Ba-da-da-daa[x2]
You’re playing with me
Oh God you’ve gotta
I’ve got an angel that keeps me from thinking
The hairs on her soft skin couch me, I’m sinking
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